[Cadence looks ready to choke him when he takes her wrist. She leans towards him in turn, mockingly hissing back.]

'Someone like me'? You don't know me, at all. You don't know what I am. Don't cling to the first non-human thing you see; we're different species, and we definitely don't mix.

[The groveling does ironically pacify her a bit, in that she doesn't move to rip her wrist from his grip. She always did like seeing a man(ish) on his knees, metaphorically or otherwise.]